NonsenseAndTwaddle

It's obvious being alone is one of your greatest fears It's why you fall for any man who can sweet talk you in your ear You know you've been through all this ordeal before But you ignore the signs and to your heart you always open up the door It's like you don't believe you're really worth it any more Every man you've let in takes all you have  and demands more Stomps over your heart and just lets your tears pour Time for a change, you need your body and soul restored You need to look up and see there's more to your life story You need to accept the need for change and just give Him glory Submit to a greater plan, you're better off in The L

Ever since I found out that The Hunger Games and Divergent were each about 100,000 words, I have become obsessed with the idea that my book must be that long, to ever be even remotely successful. Ever since I've finished my first draft (there is still a long way to go, of course), thoughts like these have been seeping into my brain: "Successful, huh? Teenagers don't write stuff that's worth reading. No one's ever going to read your book and like it, Avon. Come on. No one your age has the mental capacity to write something that's even WORTH reading." I'm not planning on getting my book published, as in 'on the shelf at Barnes and Noble' publ

  I hear a knock. ‘knock knock’ “Who is there?” I dare to ask. ‘knock knock’ No answer ‘knock knock’ My heart starts pounding as the knocking becomes louder and louder its tempo increasing ‘knock knock knock!’ My unsteady feat slowly walk through the darkness my trembling hands trying to feel for a knob. ‘knock knock knock knock!!!’ The knob was cold and I held onto it tightly. ‘knock knock knock knock’ “W-who is there?” I ask again getting the same reply as before. ‘knock     knock’ Slowly and slowly I turn the cold knob

Why do you derp? Why do you fail? Is there a reason You can’t stay connected? All I want Is for you to work. I want to surf the Net See all my favorite sites. But you- I feel like you purposefully fail, As if you seek to thwart me. Why can’t I watch stuff? Why can’t I play games? You claim the modem isn’t connected- But WHY? I will find a way to make you work Because the alternative Is unthinkable despair.

I saved this dusty corner of my heart Just for you, just for you Just in case you come back to me Even after everything we've been through And I really do hope, what I set free Will always come running back to me And I've been spending too much time Thinking about you, thinking about you Trying to figure out our hearts But all this left me with a heart in two And I really do hope, I sweep out to sea Only to wash up with you in front of me The raging ocean, the sea, the stars Let me be Let me be Let me be Let me be Just leave me be I’ll just save this heart for me For me For me For me For me And maybe for you, too The raging ocean

His Little Princess had now departed She was lay face down in a tranquil pond The dead water of which was her worries That he tried so hard to rescue her from The lead weight of life and her memories Had dragged her down to new depths and held sway Bringing her to that body of water In which her callow body was now lay His Little Princess had now departed Her vapid throne vacant for evermore Father passed her the key of his wisdom Too afraid was she to open the door Had she hung on a little while longer She would have seen there was a better place That her childhood was just a stepping stone Towards a life that is far less debased His Lit